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Watching "Kill Bill" for the first time last night left me with dreams of people spouting blood from their various mysteriously missing appendages, a la Monty Python. It's a bit foggy now, but I suspect it all had something to do with hockey. The overall effect wasn't ever at any point terror, just a faint exasperation with the mess that people were making, and a slightly disturbed feeling that I wasn't more worried about all the blood.

Which is really quite a bit like my feelings about the movie, when I think about it.